Since I hadn't gotten to sleep until after 3:30 a.m., I didn't roll out of bed until 11. I cancelled my Spanish lesson and taxi'd to La Biela once more for breakfast. Ran into an American there who had just arrived the day before, staying at the Etoile. Remarkably he was totally unaware of the BA chica scene, or even the board (including this one) and the more we talked, the bigger his eyes got. Mebbe we'll hook up this evening.

Met up with Ezy and Canonperdido at the cafe across Cordoba from Orleans and shot the poop for an hour or so. Got a call from uwphoto who said he was going to Colmegna Spa. Since I'd never been, I asked if he minded if I tagged along. He walked over to the cafe and we caught a cab in thick traffic. Now others have described Colmegna, so I won't duplicate their posts. I did talk quite a bit with my masajista "Ana", a tasty blond bit with a very sweet sexy voice and hands that would wake the dead (and in fact did). She explained that they are paid nothing at all by the Spa, though the cost for an hour's massage is 150 pesos. She makes all her money from "relax" massages (read that as being hand jobs, at 100 pesos additional) and tips. She herself didn't meet guys outside the spa but didn't know if other girls did. Interestingly she said she made between 3-4000 pesos a month -- tax free of course -- which is more than a lot of boliche girls made on their back. If you go there, I recommend her highly, and also suggest you don't miss the spa. It is unlike anything I've run across in the states and very enjoyable.

Ezy had plans to meet with his ex and now apparently once again current favorita. While he has explained he no longer is shovelling pesos to her by the month, it does seem to me at least she's been very attentive to him while he's here. I was ribbing him that sometime before he leaves he should expect to get a pitch, something along the lines of what the filipinas do, a la "My water buffalo's died and I need money." We shall see. I commend Ezy for following his heart. He clearly is connected to this chica and though their relationship seems to be burdened with a lot of difficulties, he's hanging in there.

Well, I've only two bottles of champagne left, so it must be time to go home soon. Actually I'll be leaving tomorrow night, and though I've considered extending my stay a few days, it would me very complicated. The better alternative is to join uwphoto in Rio over Christmas and New Years which he promises will be a bash. Uwphoto is a ball to hang out with. We always seem to have a good time together.

I had made arrangements to meet with uwphoto at Salome when he was free. Ezy intended to join us later. I got there about 10:30, which is quite early for most BA clubs, but since Ezy and I had good luck at 10:15 on an earlier evening, I figured what the heck. I'm sitting at the bar and at 10:45 in walks Maricel from Day 5 (the same one that stood me up on Day 8). Her pussy says hello to my knee and she when I ask her why she didn't show up, she says (as best I can understand) something about living in the province, the rain, bad juju or whatever. At this point it was academic, so I said we would leave in 30 minutes. Into the whizzer where I bit off half a Vitamin V (God those things taste awful), then back to leisurely finish my beer. When 30 minutes rolls around, I gather Maricel from her girlfriends and, tipping the black doorman 5 pesos (how does he see anything in those shades at 11 at night?), we hop into a taxi to the Chateau Kempinski on Talcahuano. Since I had earlier arranged for a toda la noche, I didn't negotiate a price, figuring the subject would come up in any event. After some....champagne, we flipped on the TV and watched an R rated horror movie for a while until one of us (I don't remember who) began exploring the other. Shortly thereafter we were full at it once more, and the attitude and passion were as good this night as before. More champagne, more movie, more sexo. A couple of hours later, after negotiating 300 pesos for TLN, as we made small talk, she said that she typically slept until 5 pm and never fell asleep before 6 in the morning. Though I thoroughly enjoyed having sex as well as talking with her, the idea of trying to sleep with the TV on all night wasn't any more appealing than the idea of my taking a sleeping pill and leaving her with the opportunity to walk out the door with my laptop (too big to put in the safe). So I decided that I'd send her back to the boliche where she could continue her chit chat with the other chicas. Rather than try to get some of the 300 pesos back, I suggested that I would get an hour without cost on my next trip. She was down with this (like, why not?) and suggested when I returned we could go swimming together, for a day trip to an estancia, etc. I was particularly enticed by the etc.

That "...champagne" isn't really champagne, is it?

MrBill